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The concept of being deceivingly perfect.
For you were the someone who I wanted to stay.
I‘d constantly remind myself not to expect
cause you were a race car in a speeding highway.

I thought that I’d actually be getting somewhere.
We were going in full speed but never stopping.
With the familiar cool breeze running through my hair,
You were just speeding past while I was still walking.
It's been a while since I've last seen you. Can't wait to see you again next week.
Jordan Hudson May 23
Put it aside
Typed my ride
Name on the top
Speed gonna drop
Put it in the back, in the back
In the back, in the back
The ticket fake
Gonna save
Put it aside
The ticket fake
Gonna save
It's all mine
Put it in the back, in the back
In the back, in the back
Lights behind, fear inside
Lesson learned, slow my ride
Don't burn it
Don't rip it
Save it
The ticket fake
Gonna save
Put it aside
The ticket fake
Gonna save
It's all mine
Schoology, Powerschool
Grades, money
Ticket, gotta save
Ya, but it's fake
Mine to keep
I gonna weep
In the back, in the back
In the back, in the back
Hiding away
All day
All night
In the back, in the back
In the back, in the back
Schoology, Powerschool
Grades, money
Ticket, gotta save
Schoology, Powerschool
Grades, money
Ticket, gotta save
Ya, but it's fake
Ayye
Got a speeding ticket but it was fake
Seanathon May 16
It's like I spend my life
Speeding through rivers
With the occasional wade or float
But when I sit and let the water catch me up
My life no longer flies
Instead the world passes me by
For a change
For a change indeed
mjad Feb 2018
windows down
twenty over
rain pouring in
back seats are covered
world is ours
time to takeover
no more fear
happiness rediscovered
saranade Jul 2017
Rain, so fine just like dust
looking at sky, purple,
over-the-top roller coasters
Peaking at 92 mph
dodging the yellow
More than numbers, I passed
Cardboard windshield for glass
Clarity, it comes and goes
I need to slow down
Even when I'm
Not going
Fast enough.
Too fast. Not fast enough.
L Jan 2017
"Stop texting and driving! Thats illegal!",
I shout out as I speed
past a car
on the freeway.
Yes, I'm that one *******. Sure, I'm a little sorry but I'm also a little not sorry.
Brandon Brazel Jul 2015
Anxiety for me feels much more fast-paced than others, or so it seems.
My mind takes full control as if I were a passenger in a car.
Looking side to side at all the other cars,
They all look the same yet different.
Then we get on the highway and everything changes.
It makes me want to be in a car wreck,
So my eyes can finally see the yield sign,
And my brain can stop going over the speed limit.
Can't help thinking about what bothers us, we have to deal with our demons.
Sam Knaus Nov 2014
The solo road takes hold. I don't know where it goes, but where it goes I go.
A midnight’s drive under a sky full of clouds, blocking the moonlight.
Only the glimpse of a shimmering star guides my way, but to what I do not know.
A night of indifference, just going where this winding road takes me, but
I can barely see that shining star through clouds of hesitation.
The road is a one lane highway to a destination unknown
the fog is so dense it is like a layer of blankets used to hide the fears of a child in the dark.
At this point I wonder if it can hide my fears as well.
Do I even want to hide from these fears at all or should I stand up to the inevitable?
My engine’s sputtering, stalling, my car’s running out of gas and I feel like I just might crash.
I put my foot to the gas and hope that I wont fly through the glass and end up with my car smashed, because this car is my only way off this **** road in the first place.
I see no headlights coming my way even though I pray that one day I will see a light at the end of this godforsaken road but the day isn't today.
Some days I pray that I will lay on the road face down
with a trail of my essence turning the road red with release
but other days I carry on like it was my job to mindlessly keep both of my hands on the steering wheel and hope that at the end of this road, there’s an exit sign,
and that all I need’s a little more time.
Because night after night, my hands grip the wheel so hard my knuckles turn white as the fog that clouds my vision day after day.
My sighs echo down this ever growing street, every twist and turn feels like another reason
to unbuckle my seatbelt and open the door because
I’m going 85 in a 50 and I can’t even see my own headlights on the road
my vision is blurred and my mind is as foggy as the road I drive on.
Every now and again I wonder what the point is
I can barely remember the day I started driving, it was so long ago
and I pray for the day when I can wash this fog away in rain,
that I’ll find an exit and take it.
i Jul 2014
you gave my heart
a speeding ticket,
for beating too fast.

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